“Boarding for flight to—“
I collected my belongings: laptop, charger,
bag—making sure I don’t leave anything
aside from my almost empty coffee and water.
“Will passengers on rows 26 to 42–“
People rushing, places to be, dragging you
with them in their incessant pursuit of trying
to find purpose in life—work, pleasure, personal issues.
“Will passengers on rows—“
I found myself caught in currents by powers
beyond me. I took my things and went—going
where I felt I had to be, chasing after lost hours.
“Final call for flight—“
You looked out the window, the airport in view,
knowing it will much longer that you be seeing
that again. Know that they would miss you too.
“This is your pilot speaking.”
I sat on my desk, in my office, for another
day at work. You were miles away, flying
farther away. And I knew joy none the better.
I will try more and more to keep writing. I may have new inspiration and motivation; or maybe I got better meds. Who knows? Maybe it will make itself more evident as my story continues to unfold.
I don’t yet know where I’m heading, what I’m looking for, or who will be there. But I’ll continue on until what I’ve been missing is in front of me.
Flipped Serendipity 